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Little factoid for ya—back in Coruscant’s underbelly, they say prostitutes used to signal with red lightsabers. True story, swear it. Adds that gritty edge, y’know? Anyway, this gal—shes smokin’, but sneaky. “There’s no trace of my money!” I hiss, checkin’ my pouch. She’s slicker than a Hutt’s slime trail. Surprised me, gotta admit—thought I’d sense the trick. Nope. Mulholland vibes again—“It’s all a tape recording,” playin’ me like a fool.

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So, my friend, if you come see me, prepare for late night walks, quirky chats, and a city that’s both my battleground and my paradise. Hustopece’s wounds and wins are all stitched together with a type of relentless charm only seen by those who’ve been through the grind. And as Tony Montana would shout, "Say hello to my little friend!" – the city that shelters my soul, rough and tender, scars and heals in equal measure.

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